Chapter 8 In the Lonely Soul in the Iron Sword Gate

The owner of the Iron Sword Gate was more puzzled, and asked like the little Shami, "What happened on the way after you took my two brothers to Zhongqi Temple?"

"Giggle..." The flesh and bones on the other side of the little Sami's throat grinded together and made an old and hoarse sound. "The two people followed me all the way to Qianshan..."

The thousand mountains involve Taibai aura, and there are many temples on it. Buddha's methods, incense burners, bells and drums are ringing, and it is indescribably solemn and serious.

Peng Siqi and Chen Yuanhua, the two owners of the Iron Sword Gate, followed the little Shami for a day and came to the foot of Qianshan Mountain. They picked up the stairs and felt that there was an endless stream of tourists. In front of the mountain and behind the mountain, the temple was full of incense, and the mountain was still a prosperous scene.

The little Sami turned a blind eye to the passers-by, so the monk Xiangke who knew put his hands together to salute him, which was just an absent-minded response, giving people a sense of trance.

Peng Siqi was suspicious and quietly sent a message to Chen Yuanhua: "Third brother, this Shami looked uneasy all the way, as if he had a huge fear in his heart. However, at this moment, Qianshan is no different from that usual, but this matter is strange."

"Second brother, since you come, you will be at ease..." Chen Yuanhua replied, "This Shami is still young and can't stand things. Why do you and I have to think about it?"

He went on to say, "The Zhongqi Temple is just a small temple. Compared with my Iron Sword Gate, it is a gap between a little finger and the whole fist. I still see that the people and scenery of these thousands of mountains are still, which shows that the things that happened in the Zhongyi Temple have not come to this mountain. In this way, it can be seen that things must not be big, and I want to celebrate the power of Master Yan alone. What I fear is very difficult, but I can deal with it casually at the Iron Sword Gate. Why are you afraid of it?

The last fear he said was that he looked down on Peng Siqi. Peng Siqi was a strong and untidy man. His face suddenly blushed when he heard the words, but because of other people's territory at this time, it was not easy to attack. At this time, he was annoyed and he strode forward and picked up the little Shami's clothes and said, "Like you After procrastinating, how long will it take to get to the Zhongqi Temple halfway up the mountain? I've been here several times, and I know the way. I don't need you to bother to lead the way.

After saying that, he carried the sami, gathered his strength, stepped on two clouds, jumped a few steps, and jumped ahead.

Chen Yuanhua was dressed as a weak scholar. Knowing that Peng Siqi had the intention to show off, he sneered for a while and said to himself, "Look at you carrying a person up, I will give you an extra distance. When you catch up, I will look at your face."

It turns out that the two brothers have always been unconvinced with each other. Under the master of the Iron Sword Gate, the two apprentices are embarrassed, and the power to give orders often falls on the two of them. In their daily actions, there are many frictions. Without saying anything, they have long been that you don't like me, and I think you are weird.

At present, Chen Siyuan picked up his hand and curled his lips and smiled. Seeing that Peng Siqi disappeared at the end of his sight in front of the mountain, he took a sigh of light breath, took out two yellow paper runes, and pasted them on his left and right boots. In an instant, his feet were like the power of wind and thunder. Chen Yuanhua shouted, moved his footsteps in the wind, and dragged them. A white light came out and shot at the mountain.

Pedestrians on the road only felt a strong wind sweeping around him, blowing their clothes swinging. Chen Yuanhuasheng's still beautiful, walking in the air, attracting pedestrians to look sideways.

Chen Yuanhua had the intention to show off, and his true anger was launched. His figure was getting faster and faster. He became more and more anxious, but he couldn't help but be anxious. The reason was that he lost the little Shami and the second brother along the way.

When I was about halfway up the mountain, I saw a corner of a temple eaves stretched out, which was the destination for the two of them to walk this time - Zhongqi Temple. At this time, Chen Yuanhua's imperial wind was faster, but his heart sank. He couldn't help thinking, "This time, he was snatched in front of him by Peng Siqi. He has always been not as light as himself. How many times have you traveled out and had any adventures?

Chen Yuanhua only felt that the door was lightless, but there was nothing he could do. He rushed to the front of the Zhongqi Temple in three steps and looked up, but felt that the red wall and black tiles, the eaves, the small temple with raised eaves and the small facade looked dead, but the door that should have been opened during the day was closed, and only the breeze swept outside the door. He was not very popular. He was surprised. Strange, pull up the door ring and tap it gently.

At this time, I only heard a squeak, but a small door next to the Zhongqi Temple opened. A fat-headed monk poked his head out to look at him. The monk's face was white and his timid eyes flashed. He screamed, "It turned out that Lord Chen Shi is here. Please come in quickly."

When Chen Yuanhua saw it, he recognized this person and smiled and said, "Who do I think I am? It turned out to be Hui and you, a fat man. I haven't seen you for a long time. Why are you still so afraid of death, but you have been beaten by Huiming, Huixin and others?"

It turned out that Huihe was the son of a fisherman in a village not far away. The fisherman's family was poor, so he took him clean when he was young and hoped to send him to the palace to eat. Unexpectedly, because he didn't have enough, the elected eunuch official retreated. He couldn't help it, so he asked the bell temple's men to make a sweeping monk.

Because of his special physique, he is fat and white, and his limbs are weak. He is often ridiculed, but he often looks cowardly.

At this time, Chen Yuanhua saw that he was afraid of the east and the west. He beat him on his chest and scolded, "Dead thing, are you scared to see a ghost? Let me ask you first, did my second brother come in before?"

"Hmm?" Huihe thought hard for a while, shook his head and replied softly, "No..."

"What?" Chen Yuanhua was shocked and asked, "Wasn't that the door you just looked at?"

"I've always been here..." Huihe replied honestly.

"Has that little Sami come back first?"

"No..."

"This..." Chen Yuanhua took a breath of cold air and was surprised. He thought that he saw his second brother strode up the stone steps of Qianshan Mountain and didn't see it along the road. How could he suddenly disappear?

"Did he run to the mountain?" As soon as he made this idea, he shook his head and denied himself, "This Zhongqi Temple is good with my Iron Sword Gate, and it takes at least two or three times a year. How can it go the wrong way..."

He thought again, "Is it the Peng Siqi who knew that he couldn't defeat me, so he deliberately hid himself and made trouble for me? Humph, if so, he will look good then!"

At present, it is useless to think left and right at the gate of Zhongqi Temple. He pushed Huihe and said, "Lead the way in front of you. I want to see your Master Qingyan."

"Yes, yes..." Huihe suddenly looked at him deeply, turned around and walked into the door.